Story: Mary’s Misunderstanding

This story is largely based on a story written by Derry. I thought it had great potential so I rewrote it and expanded upon his work.

Mary’s Misunderstanding
By Derry
Rewritten by Tcheser

Mary White had been looking forward to this moment for two years. Today her bratty, 22 year old niece, Abigail, was finally getting what she deserved for daring to make sarcastic comments about her only slightly older aunt behind her back. Today, so as to satisfy a clause in her Grandmother’s will, she was becoming a registered ‘returnee’ after all and Mary could think of no more appropriate punishment for Abigail’s insolence than for her to have to become a powerless child once again.

Having signed the the returnee contract and registering under California’s new laws, as Mary understood it, Abigail was for all intents and purposes, now a minor and she was her guardian, due a huge inheritance. The next step was to make it clear to all and sundry that this was the case. So with a huge grin on her face, she dragged Abigail to a clothing shop that specialized in turning naughty adults into children. Mary was a little disappointed in one regard however. She had envisioned taking her new ‘child’ to the restroom and ceremonially scrubbing off all her carefully applied makeup. Abigail however, being a natural beauty with perfect features and skin, hardly needed any makeup and didn’t appear to be wearing any at all today.

Mary wasn’t going to let this get her down though. After showing the proprietor of the store, Ms. West, the signed contract and their identification so they could verify who was who, they began shopping and the older woman proved to be every bit as helpful as she had heard. She had quite a way with returnees it seemed. She just whispered a few words to Abigail and the girl sat down in a little chair to calmly await her fate. Mary was impressed. She had expected Abigail to flip out and run for the door when she found out why they were there, but she seemed completely at ease with the situation.


That Abigail was resigned to her fate took some of the fun out of all this, but there was lots of fun to be had. Anyway, Mary thought to herself, the girl won’t be stoic when she sees what I pick out for her to wear!

About then, Ms. West requested her attention. She was holding an outfit out for their approval. It was quite childish and consisted of; a pink skirt, socks and a short sleeved blouse, which she guaranteed would turn the new ‘child’ into a girl in early teens.

Mary however just grimaced. This was not what she was looking for at all. Mary insisted on seeing things in a much younger style. She asked about jumper style dresses, bows and little girl shoes. That was what she wanted, not this average teen stuff. Ms. West complied and Mary soon selected an outfit that would make a first grader blush.

Ms West next showed them some returnee style panties. Mary liked the thick cotton ones with the Minnie Mouse cartoons the best. Ms. West seemed to think that this was an odd choice and tried to convince her to select some more normal cotton panties designed for a tween but Mary was adamant. Abigail just shrugged further aggravating Mary.

Determined to break Abigail’s brave front, Mary then inquired about diapers. Did they carry such things in an adult woman’s size she asked? Ms. West replied that they did of course. They had diapers that would fit a ‘child’ of just about any size and in all kinds of fun colors and patterns. Mary smiled again and said she thought they might need some of those at some point, it depended on how her new little girl behaved.

That settled Ms. West then suggested they adjourn to the dressing room so she could get the ‘child’ dressed in her new clothes. Still smiling and fully expecting to now see her obnoxious little niece finally crumble as she was led off to put on the humiliating ensemble Mary had selected for her, she was understandably surprised when the older woman took HER by the elbow and began guiding HER to toward the dressing room.

“What do you think you’re going?” she shrieked.

“We’re taking you into the dressing room and getting you changed of course.” Ms. West replied as if she was a simpleton.

“But this is wrong!” Mary cried and pointed back at Abigail. “She’s the one who’s a returnee! She’s the one not me!”

Pausing for a moment, Ms. West brought the contract out again and showed it to her. “I’m sorry, my dear,” she said “It clearly says that you are the returnee and that this women here is your guardian. Did you read it carefully before you signed?”

Mary thought for a few seconds and realized that she had not in fact read the contract. She had just signed where her lawyer had placed the little colored markers. She could have been signing anything!

“No, I didn’t read it I guess, but it’s all a mistake.” she screamed and stomped her foot, “Let me go right now and I will get this all fixed. My lawyer is right down the street.”

“I’m sorry, but we have a legally binding returnee contract, the undersigned returnee and her guardian, unless she wishes us to do otherwise, you’re getting changed and will have to sort your problems out on your own time.” she then turned to Abigail, the aforementioned guardian, “Do you wish us to continue”

“By all means, Mary is going to look SOOO cute in that jumper.”Abigail now totally in control replied.

That said Ms. West again began walking Mary toward the dressing room. Confused as she was, Mary wasn’t about to enter that room without a fight and completely forgot about any sense of decorum or that she was a 31 year old woman as she fought to escape the iron grip of Ms. West.

Well versed in dealing with situations like this Ms. West called out “A new returnee is being difficult!" and two other clerks grabbed Mary and helped drag her into the changing room.

“Are you going to be a good girl and undress yourself, Mary?” Abigail teased.

Again Mary stomped her feet and fumed, “This is all wrong. We both know what Gran meant when she put a returnee clause in her will. It meant you were to be the returnee, not me!”

“Well be that as it may, it isn’t what the contract says,” Abigail countered, “Now get undressed little girl.”

Mary however absolutely refused and stubbornly crossed her arms. Left with no other option the clerks were forced to undress her by force, which was easily done and a minute later she stood there as bare as the day she was born, her clothes taken and given to Abigail to hold.

The fight completely went out of her when they placed the harness on her chest, flattening out her breasts until only small mounds remained. Then came the humiliating minnie mouse print panties, the lace trimmed blouse and the juvenile length jumper. Already looking like an overgrown 5 year old she did not resist the final touches, the short pink and white socks and the flat soled mary janes.

As soon as they let her out of the dressing room and released her though, she ran as if her life depended on it. She crossed the road against the traffic, ran up the stairs and demanded that the receptionist summon her lawyer Sharon Williams.

*****

“The Contract is binding I’m afraid.” Sharon explained to Mary’s great dismay, “It was signed, witnessed and registered with the proper authorities. There is nothing I can do for you.”

Mary couldn’t believe it. She had made herself a returnee, just about the last thing in the world she would ever do, and somehow she had.

...Of course there were things Mary didn’t know.

For instance she didn’t know that Sharon and Abigail were friends...close friends. Worse she didn’t know that Abigail had visited Sharon in the very same office the week before to discuss in detail how the returnee contracts worked. She had been especially interested in what type of returnee contact would constitute fulfillment of her Grandmother’s will and upon finding out that being involved in such a contract, as either the returnee or guardian fulfilled she was quite thrilled. Had she known any of this she would have been much more careful signing anything.

“You’ve ruined me...” was all Mary could say as the enormity of the trouble she was in became clear.

Unsympathetic Sharon just shrugged and picked up the phone. “ I think I should text your guardian now.” she said terrifying Mary, but such a call proved uncalled for as a moment later Abigail walked in. She looked like such an adult Mary couldn’t help but think as she watched the younger woman approach now wearing Mary’s beautiful satin suit, nylons and heels.

Looking down at Mary in her ridiculous pink jumper and socks she said “I think someone needs a spanking.” and grabbed her older Aunt’s arm and pulled her towards the outer office. Mary, panicking, tried to resist, but to her chagrin found that her younger relative was indeed capable of manhandling her like the child she was now legally.

“Abigail, a joke’s a joke but this must stop.” she pleaded changing tacks.

“Your behaviour is not a joke. You’ve lived off grandmother all these years and gone into fits whenever I or anyone even suggested you pull your own weight. You more than anyone else I know deserve this.” Abigail said in response before pulling Mary over lap as she sat down on waiting room sofa.

The next 15 minutes felt like hours to Mary. Hung unceremoniously over her niece’s knees, her childish jumper lifted and her infantile panties pulled down, she came to fully understand what it was to be a returnee with a mightily displeased guardian.

WHAP WHAP WHACK!

“Mary..”

WHACK WHAP

“You’ve acted..!”

WHAP WHACK

“Like a spoiled brat..”

WHACK WHAP WHACK.

Afterward, her bottom an almost uniform red, Mary was led by the ear, with her cotton panties still around her knees, to the law firm’s restroom. Here Abigail dealt with the severe damage Mary’s tears had done to her carefully applied makeup by scrubbing it completely off with a washrag and hand soap. Mary didn’t care for the wan, freshly scrubbed look this revealed, but had little time to think about it as Abigail then took that very same bar of soap, ran water over and ordered her Aunt to open her mouth and submit to mouthsoaping. Stripped, spanked and legally bound, Mary was so utterly defeated that she wordlessly obeyed.

This terrible turn of events was far from over though and after having her mouth washed out, Mary was led by Abigail out of the law firm, down the stairs and back across the street to the clothing store, all still with her embarrassing minnie mouse panties down around her knees. Here her niece asked Ms West to show them the new returnee style diapers and toddler clothes. Upon seeing how short the hems of the toddler dresses were Mary gasped, it would be impossible to hide wearing diapers in those. Thinking along exactly the same lines, Abigail then explained that if Mary were difficult she would buy such an ensemble for her and make her wear it everywhere they went, the park, the mall, everywhere!

Terrified of losing the relative comfort of her finger tip length jumper and cotton panties, Mary was quick to promise that she would be a good girl.

Pleased, Abigail took a somber, but well behaved Mary to a hairdressers just down the street. They weren’t busy so she was seen almost immediately. Having dealt with a number of returnees the stylist did just as Abigail instructed and not even once conferred with Mary. Soon her hair was stripped of the coloring she had used to give it that shimmering blond color and was cut more than a little. Now sporting mousy brown hair, bangs, pigtails tied off with red and white ribbons and a fresh face unspoiled by makeup, she looked far different than she had that morning, though to her chagrin, she was still completely recognizable.

Mary had one more shock coming though. When she got home Abigail introduced her to her baby sitter, Beth, her kid sister, aged 17 who would babysit her whenever Abigail was out. So in the course of one day, Mary had gone from being the oldest and wealthiest in the family to the youngest and totally dependent on her two nieces, who hated her, for everything. It was too much for her to take. The fit she threw was without equal... except of course for the the spanking she got for throwing it.